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Whisky Galore

from Pilgrimage by OWEM

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It’s bleak by the loch
Drove so far we had to stop
One week and round the clock
Rain to rival monsoons in Bangkok
It’s bleak on the ben
Shrouded in cloud and we can’t see the glen
There’s a leak in my beaten up Docs
Maybe ‘bout time bought some of those red socks

And if we’d gone as many miles South
We could have sticky juice of peaches in our mouth
But we’ve just got this transit van
And the little that out money can afford
All aboard

Some place by the shore
The village hall’s showing Whisky Galore
Is there space for four more?
Sorry for treading our mud on your floor

And if we’d gone as many miles South
We could have sticky juice of peaches in our mouth
But we’ve just got this ’84 Transit
It’s not how we planned it but we’re making do

When we get to the edge it feels like the moon
But the stars are enough to make even the most miserable swoon
And anyway we’ll be home pretty soon

One day of blazing sun
Digging a hole in the sand just for fun
The way back down looms long
Say goodbye to the space and the sky
And the song of the birds and the sea in the night
And the way that the wind blows
Wave out the window behind
’Til next time

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from Pilgrimage, released February 9, 2021

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OWEM Stroud, UK

OWEM is a project of Maya who writes songs about places and spaces and faces. The Pilgrimage EP is a collection of songs written about the Outer Hebrides as recounted to her by her dad.

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